SUP Chapter 51: Returning Home! Lurking Shadows!

Black and white faded.

Color flowed back into this world.

[Status weight has increased]

Suddenly, Ian heard his system's prompt.

However, before he had time to check the personal panel that his iron buddy had compiled for him, a strong wind struck, and Superman was already standing within arm's reach of him.

"Ah! My loving father!"

Ian quickly smiled.

He hoped Superman wouldn't hit a smiling child.

"Where is it?" Clark had no intention of striking. He frowned with an extremely serious expression. He had only seen the black sphere that was rushing toward Ian in his vision completely disappear in an instant.

"The big shot just came and took the black sphere away." Ian gave an extremely honest answer, his tone still somewhat regretful that the "Nine-Revolution Golden Pill" that had reached his mouth was just gone like that.

Of course, the immortal body brought by [Death Resistance] wasn't bad either. Finally getting himself a long-term experience card, Ian was in a great mood, but the next moment his good mood was gone.

"I suspect he ate it!" Kara also approached like a gust of wind at this time, extending the steel girl's hands, gripping his chin with one hand while the other directly pried open his mouth.

Her movements were as skilled as checking a cat that had stolen snacks.

"Mmm mmm mmm——!!" Ian struggled frantically, but unfortunately his strength really wasn't as great as Kara's, so he could only let Kara stick her hand into his mouth to take revenge on him.

Yes.

Revenge.

Women, their vindictiveness was just like this. Even though she had just been "fighting side by side" with Ian, now she was full of resentment toward Ian. Ian felt he had worried about his cousin's forehead for nothing earlier.

He hadn't even used his cousin's forehead to smash hard.

Just smashed fiercely.

"The big shot really took it away!" Ian raised his hand to poke at Kara's eyes, finally making Kara let go of him. Of course, he also felt that his cousin's eyeballs were also steel eyeballs.

"..."

Ian looked at his slightly aching finger, quite speechless.

"Dad?"

He looked up to find the silent Superman also looking up and down at his body, as if using super vision to observe whether Ian had actually swallowed that black sphere.

As the saying goes, no one knows a child better than the father.

Clark had seen Ian attempt to chew evil spirits raw. Even though he didn't know Ian had already chewed halfway through in the soul world, he still very much believed in Ian's "pica" symptoms.

"Indeed not there."

After careful examination for a long time, Clark only found a green energy in Ian's body, the effect of [Fel Corruption], but it seemed to be well suppressed by Ian's body. Although his youngest son wasn't completely fine, at least he hadn't become a host for the weird black sphere, which made Clark breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"Big shot?"

This wasn't the first time Clark had heard Ian mention such a title. His eyes flickered constantly, and he raised his arm to roll up his battle suit sleeve to look at his arm that had somehow returned to normal.

The father also silently carefully felt around.

He ultimately chose to believe Ian.

"What big shot?"

Kara rubbed the eye Ian had poked, her face full of confusion. She obviously hadn't been able to sense the world's previous standstill like Clark had.

Cousin is really weak, still needs more practice.

Ian thought silently in his heart. Kara was still frowning and looking around, but found nothing. She looked suspiciously at Superman, who just shook his head slightly, indicating she didn't need to investigate further.

"Between us father and son, we need to be open and honest, but first we need to go back, don't let your mother worry too much." Clark first spoke seriously to Ian.

"Thank you for your help today."

He couldn't very well call Kara cousin.

"No problem."

Kara waved her hand, the corner of her mouth lifting in a gloating smile, "Between family, helping each other is natural. Just give this kid a good beating for me when you get back."

As expected, women's vindictiveness had no limits. Ian felt extremely wronged. He hadn't even used Kara's face to smash things, he used the back of her head and forehead. Wasn't this still showing enough respect for his cousin?

"I still need to go back and write an article for my boss, I'll go first." Kara declined Clark's dinner invitation and prepared to leave. After hearing her words, Ian also planned to salvage the uncle-niece relationship.

"I'm very good at writing articles. If you don't believe me, ask my dad. Do you need me to help you write an article?" Ian looked toward Clark, but Clark's expression was hard to describe.

Kara's expression was also very strange.

"You should first think about how to explain your problems to your dad." After saying this, she immediately turned into a gust of wind and disappeared directly from this already dilapidated cafeteria.

The four or five numb workers who had been eating earlier had disappeared.

In their place, only pools of green pus remained.

"They're all pitiful people."

Clark looked at those pools of pus and sighed with some pity and sadness.

"Let's go, we still need to find someone to help deal with the contamination in your body." After saying this and adjusting his mood, Superman directly grabbed Ian's neck.

"Wait, Dad, I—"

Ian's words weren't finished.

He just heard a "whoosh" sound.

The next second.

Father and son also disappeared from the spot.

...

Time passed, who knows how long.

The sky gradually darkened.

Outside the rusty wire fence, more than ten armed personnel in black tactical gear silently pulled up a security perimeter, their gun barrels coldly pointed at workers trying to return.

"Why won't you let us in? Are you planning to dock our overtime pay?" A worker wearing a hard hat angrily shouted. He was perhaps the leader among the group of workers.

"Company orders, no one is allowed inside today." The lead mercenary spoke stiffly. These mercenaries' uniforms all had "LexCorp" letters printed on them.

The crowd became agitated, complaints arose.

"I heard government people came earlier... the factory couldn't have been sealed by the government, could it?" Some workers worried about unemployment, but they were only met with the mercenaries' no comment.

"It's because of infectious disease! The infectious disease that happened yesterday and today!" Someone claiming to be in the know spoke up, their voice worried, as if afraid they too might be infected through contact.

"Government people took away a corpse! It was already flowing with green pus! It must be a very serious infectious disease!" This worker had obviously witnessed the cleanup crew that Kara's phone call had summoned. But for some reason, it wasn't D.E.O. personnel who had cordoned off this place, but LexCorp's private military conducting the blockade.

Perhaps because of money power.

Or maybe because of influence on government agencies.

DC Universe's America was like this. Here, presidents who could arbitrarily manipulate stock markets and financial deals couldn't be born. The voice of financial conglomerates was truly heavier than those high officials.

"We want compensation!"

The workers began their "uprising" movement.

And at this moment, a pitch-black luxury sedan silently drove up, its tires crushing through accumulated water, splashing up mud. The car door opened, and a pair of shiny leather shoes stepped on the ground.

Lex Luthor stepped out, his bald head reflecting cold light.

"Don't worry, each of you will receive economic compensation from the company, plus free comprehensive medical examinations." Luthor first calmed the agitated crowd with one sentence.

Without looking back, he strode into the sewage treatment plant. He walked straight to the chaotic cafeteria, his leather shoes stepping on broken glass, making crisp shattering sounds.

"Fools, even when given opportunities, they can't grasp them." Luthor's gaze swept around, his tone mocking, not knowing who he was cursing. He turned and left the cafeteria toward other areas.

After passing through several heavy metal doors, he stopped in front of an inconspicuous equipment room.

"Genuine fools."

Seeing no signs that the door had been opened, Luthor revealed a confident mocking smile. He signaled his subordinates to use keys to open the door, then walked alone into the seemingly ordinary equipment room.

Among the old machines.

Luthor locked the room door behind him, crouched down, lifted a hidden lead plate on the floor, then descended step by step down the revealed staircase to a lead-made secret room.

"Rumble~"

Luthor scanned his iris.

The secret room door opened. In the dim secret room, the air was turbid and humid. The only light source was a swaying red emergency lamp, dyeing the entire room blood-colored.

In the center of the room, a man was suspended in mid-air by heavy iron chains, arms spread wide like a suffering statue. His skin was pale to the point of being sickly, and black blood vessels could even be seen.

Like a zombie.

The lowered head had disheveled black hair covering his face, also covering his turbid eyes. Luthor walked to the side and scooped out a bowl of thick green liquid from a metal bucket.

"Come on, let's continue our game. Drink it down, then... become a more perfect weapon." Luthor gripped the man's chin, forcing him to lift that face that Ian might find familiar.

The man angrily let out beast-like low growls, struggling, chains clanking. Luthor remained unmoved, pressing the bowl to his lips, and the green liquid was poured in.

"Yes, just like that, don't waste it."

Luthor was whispering.

His tone excited.

He watched as the man continuously drank the green thick soup.

Some liquid overflowed from the corners of the man's mouth, flowing down his neck, finally dripping onto his chest, staining the battle suit emblazoned with the S-shaped letter with filthy color.

Fel energy.

Surged frantically within this man's body, his flesh and skin began to change.

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